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I am a Jesus Lover, a wife, and a mother. And I'm making the best of what looks like a mess!

Talking About Death

If you know me you may know that I have my own opinions about birth. I get frustrated when our culture views it as some freaky, horrible, disgusting thing when it is actually very beautiful. I attribute my openness in part to be raised by a mother that has always had a very open and optimistic dialogue about childbirth. What may come as even more of a surprise is my mother’s openness to talking about death. I know it isn’t an easy topic to just toss around over dinner, and unlike birth it is a time of mourning. I do believe though that having healthy relationship with the reality of our immortality is a positive attribute. This thought occurred to me on memorial day when a couple different conversations transpired. The first was about birth order. I explained how I was the middle child for half of my upbringing, but I’ve been the youngest since my little brother passed away when I was nine. Later that night I was discussing with another friend about how we lost our insurance, and how this was a concern for me coming from a family with a brother that died of Leukemia. There it was again, I was just talking about my life and it naturally included a death within my family. This doesn’t always come up, but to not be able to talk about it would be disheartening. When I reflected on these conversations later I was grateful to have friends who could listen and felt comfortable with the topic. Sometimes it may just be a lightweight tidbit of information, other times I may want to go deeper with my feelings about loosing a loved one, but either way I know that I can talk about it with them. That is why I decide this week I want to share, for the first time, my story about loosing a brother to a terminal illness. I know there will be some tears, but I’m sure we’ve all been effected by death in someway and I hope that this topic can maybe act as a platform for honoring and remembering those that have gone before us.

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 13, 2011|Uncategorized|1 Comment

How We Got Here

This week I am sharing about my life as a pastor’s wife and I thought it would be a good opportunity to document how J and I got here in the first place. Let me just start by saying I am horrible with dates. I do know that I met J when I was 14. My family had just moved to a small town south of Dallas and my parents chose to go to a small Assembly of God church that I didn’t particular care for, but God knew what he was doing. At that time J (who is 6 years old than me) was attending Southwestern Assembly of God University and was a part of a singing group that just so happened to perform at the church we were attending.

Shortly after that the worship leader of our church resigned and the pastor called up the group to see if anyone would be interested in filling this vacant ministry role. J answered the call and started leading worship in 1996.
The short story is that we got married 4 years later, but you can read the longer story in my series The Messy Mom’s Love Story. From there we felt led to move on to another church where J was plugged in pretty quickly as a part of the worship team. Not too long after that our dear friend who was leading worship moved out to Florida and J stepped in as the music pastor.
In 2005 J was offered a full time position at the church. It would mean forfiting his place on the corporate ladder. I talked about this heavy decision and what it meant for us in a previous blog post.
Last year made 10 years of being at our church and 5 years of J being on staff.

This is a photo from the luncheon they had to celebrate this milestone. This journey of being a pastors wife hasn’t always been an easy one, but I wouldn’t change it. J has talent in so many areas and could have done almost anything with his life, but his heart for worship and his destiny to lead people into deeper places cannot be denied. In the past 10 years J, the guitar, and I have gone overseas,

across the border,

and to areas demolished by a tragic natural disaster.

The Lord has blessed us with the priveledge of touching numerous lives by spreading the Love of Jesus with this gift. And although we can’t travel as much as we used to now that we have children I know that God is still moving in countless ways and I am honored to be one of his vessels.

Photo captions in order from top to bottom:

J is on the far right of this photo. This was the equivalent of a Pentecostal boy band I think it was actually called Zion’s cry, but I never did see them perform.

This is an old photo of J in the old sanctuary.

J and I when the church honored him for all his years of service. I know it’s blurry, but it’s special

The worship team on our first trip to England. J is in the middle, that’s one of my friends on the far right before she was married to who her husband who is on the drums, and on the far right (you can barely see him) is my friend Amy’s husband.

J in on a mission trip to an orphanage in Accapulco.

J participating in a worship walk through the streets of New Orleans after all of the destruction from Katrina.

J setting up the instruments for the kids for our family music night last year. And yes Z is pantsless, it seems like someone always is for family night.
By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 10, 2011|Uncategorized|3 Comments

Completion

Wednesday’s are a busy day at the church. J is usually at work for at least 12 hours, which is another reason for the Mon/Tues off deal. Last night began with a fundraiser for the Spanish congregation that meets at our church. They served a nice hot meal of authentic homemade mexican food and all of the proceeds are going toward a VBS that they are going to hold in Mexico this summer.
The meal was immediately followed by a Graduation celebration for some of the girls that were a part of the Revive conference last fall. My mom was in town and it was her idea to make a fruit pizza, and my idea to decorate it with 2011 .

I assume it was good because it was gone before I even had a chance to try it and there were several recipe inquiries. For the record it’s basically a giant sugar cookie covered with cool whip/cream cheese mixture, and topped with fruit.
Afterward we headed upstairs for the “ribbon cutting” of the apartment over the coffee shop. This has been J’s latest building project and he amazed me with his skills yet again.

J and I with two of our closest friends who came all the way across the country to be a part of this vision.

Pastor D says it looks like it popped right out of Dwell magazine. It does look nice and we had a wonderful time of prayer and celebration over the completion of a building that we as a church have been working on for years!

I am excited to see what else God has in store as a result of all of this labor, and I am really looking forward to lots of rest and family time now that J’s work on the apartment is finished.
By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 9, 2011|Uncategorized|2 Comments

Top Ten Things You May Not Know About Pastors

There are a lot of misconceptions and unknowns about the occupation of pastoral ministry. There is also an an extremely broad and diverse group of people that fall under this category whether it be legally or spiritually. So although this list may be obvious for some I thought it might be enlightening for others that may not know exactly how the whole church career thing might be different than other jobs.
  1. Housing Allowance- Back in the day pastors got parsonages. These days we get our own house, but a portion of each paycheck is considered housing which is part of your salary, but is not a part of your gross income and is not legally taxable. This amount has to coincide with how much you actually spend on your house (apartment or furnishings). We do a lot of renovations on our house each year and so we keep record of that so we know how much to allot for our housing allowance.
  1. Different Days Off- Most employees in the business world work Monday-Friday having Saturdays and Sundays to rest. However those weekend days are some of the busiest days for ministers so at our church the pastoral staff is given Mondays and Tuesdays off. I love this because we miss the rush when we go out to eat or have family time, but when our kids are in school it will be difficult to maneuver opposite schedules (any advice for those in this boat is welcome!)
  1. Not Synonymous With Preacher– As most of you know my husband is the associate pastor and worship leader at our church. He does preach sometimes when our Pastor is away, but the term Pastor covers many roles besides preaching. Think of it like having a doctorate. When you think of Doctor it is typically a medical position, but you can academically be a Doctor in many different fields. It’s like that.
  1. They don’t have to wear suits– This might be obvious to many of you, but some people really do think all pastors wear suits. I don’t want to start a huge controversy on here, but the truth is some do some don’t. At our church they don’t. My husband typically wears jeans and a plaid shirt for his Sunday uniform.
  1. You don’t have to go to seminary– This is another super duper controversial statement. There was an episode of Friends where Joey was ordained online so that he could officiant Ross’s wedding. Being ordained is not always that simple though, some denominations have very specific criteria including being nominated, having a pastoral degree, and real life ministry experience.
  1. They can officiate weddings, funerals, and baby dedications– Along with baptisms these are some of the ceremonial traditions that only a pastor can do (conventionally anyway).

7. They work at least 40 hours each week– I was at a friends house and her little boy asked where J was. I answered that he was working at the church. The boy said “Is he practicing his guitar”. I thought it was cute. His mom said her boys think that J is up at the church working on music all day. Wouldn’t that be nice? The truth is there is a long list of things included in the responsibility of a pastor like overseeing all of the ministries within the church, working on the publications including the bulletin, ads, or mail outs, counseling people in the church, managing the building. The list could go on and on and it will be different for every church. In our case it ends up meaning lots of over time.

  1. They are not their own boss– A lot of people have the idea that the Pastor is the head of the church and runs the whole show. However in most churches there is a system of checks and balances just like the government. Our church is non denominational, but we do have a board of ministers outside of the church that we are accountable to and we have a group of elders that have biweekly meetings. These are the guys that determine our salary, benefits, and other major decisions.
  1. They may or may not have a formal title– Reverend, Brother, Bishop, Pastor, or just plain Mr. are some of the titles you may see before a minister’s names. Once again this depends on the denomination. Some people do refer to my husband as Pastor J when they address him, but if you do call him this don’t be surprised if you get a chuckle in response.
  2. They are real people– Pastors can be like celebrities in some ways. It’s like they are expected to perform on command in order to please an audience and then their lives and families are subjected to a level of criticism that no one should ever have to live up to. I don’t feel this way about our church, but I’ve certainly seen it happen. And I am not saying that spiritual leaders shouldn’t be held to a higher standard, or politicians for that matter (ahem, Weiner), but I am saying that Pastors are just people and unless anyone knows of any animals leading a congregation then that is a fact.

J with the youth pastor and lead pastor at a festival promoting our coffee shop ministry.

If I can get this post up by the end of the day I will link up with Oh Amanda’s Top Ten.
By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 7, 2011|Uncategorized|6 Comments

My Life as a Pastor’s Wife

The other day I found this list of “You Might Be A Pastor’s Wife If…” I will put my responses in blue.

Every summer you counsel at teen camp for your vacation.- Nope.
You have shaken as many hands as a politician.- Maybe if I went to a bigger church.
People think your husband works only three hours a week.- I hope not!
You can teach Sunday School and nurse your baby at the same time.- We don’t have Sunday School at our church.
You can sincerely pray for someone’s dog!- I’ve prayed for a chicken, I am sure I could pray for dog.
You spend more time visiting in hospitals than doctors do.- No.
People consider you a walking phone book for church members.- That’s what the internet is for.
You sing in the choir, teach Sunday School, and host a missionary family all in the same day.- No, No, and No*
You’re expected to be a piano player, a “spiritual gift!”- I wish.

I don’t think of myself as a pastor’s wife because I really don’t fit the traditional role. And for those that don’t know me, my husband is on staff at our church and has been for about 5 years as the associate pastor and is also the worship leader. So I may not claim to be a “PW”, but my husband is technically a pastor and I am technically definitely his wife. So yeah, I am a pastor’s wife, but I still like to rock out (i.e. Eisley last night at the Granada Theater. Woo Hoo!) However, I do want to clarify that traditional can be a subjective word and compared to some pastor’s families we may be super traditional and that’s great. I am not trying to be non-churchy I am just trying to be myself and let other ladies be themselves. If you are a pastor’s wife that fits in the list above, maybe wears nice department store dresses, and does Beth Moore Bible studies I think that’s great, it’s just not necessarily me. Traditional, progressive, conservative or not, being in ministry does have a major impact on a person’s life.That’s why, as boring as it may be, I wanted to take a little time this week to share some behind the scene details of life as a pastor’s wife.

* We may not have a choir, or sunday school, but for the record we do support and love many wonderful missionaries. None of them have stayed at our house though.

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 6, 2011|Uncategorized|2 Comments

Z Cracks Me Up

I would like to close this week out with one more post about that crazy son of mine. He’s pretty much a riot. Earlier this week he went streaking through the house and ran out the back door wearing nothing but his tiger tail. Then yesterday he hid all of his stuffed animals under the covers, went to the corner to count, and then spent 15 minutes looking for them. And I just now busted him for making raisin soup (ingredients, raisins and water).

We are always having conversations like this one that I wrote down yesterday

Am I going to get taller and bigger like daddy?

Yes I am sure someday you will.

Yeah, but not Saturday, and not Monday. No… but maybe later.

Of course stories like these are so much cuter if you know his voice so I will leave you with this.

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 4, 2011|Uncategorized|2 Comments

The Letter Factory

I had high and lofty goals for teaching Z his alphabet this year, and it’s been going great. I will say though that my previous post about the structured classroom setting with stickers and charts has slowly fallen to the wayside. Thus the reason I am not shy about the fact that I don’t feel called to homeschool.

Still, despite all of that Z has learned all of his colors. Well, not all the colors, but the ones that should be expected from men (according to this illustration).

And I am very happy to announce that he knows all of the letters and their sounds. Not just in order or through song, but by recognition. I can take credit for about 6 of those letters, but the rest he learned when I borrowed The Letter Factor from my friend who told me this educational Leap Frog DVD taught her daughter all the letters in just 2 weeks. I experienced the same results with Z and he loves it. The way they teach the letters by associating them with a sound that a child would already recognize is genius! For example the H’s are all panting because they are H H H Hot. Or Z’s favorite is the letter W because he raps like a skipping record W W W W What’s happening dude? So all of the sounds are easy for children to identify with. When I taught Z that the letter a says “aaa” I left it at that, but in the video all of the letter A’s are scared so they scream “AAAAH”. It just makes sense, and it works. I recommend this video to anyone with little ones wanting to learn the alphabet. In fact I need to go buy a copy myself so that I can give the one I have back to my friend!

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 2, 2011|Uncategorized|4 Comments

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far


Today I went to pick up the babysitter and as she was walking to the car Z said “she wore that shirt last time” and he was right, but I wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t said anything. His keen clothing observation makes me think of his dad. He gets a lot of traits from his dad.

For example I think he must have a 10 gallon bladder. I think it’s pretty common for most people to make a trip to the bathroom first thing in the morning, but Z can go hours before I realize he still hasn’t had a potty break all day after sleeping through the night. This is definitely not from me. Sorry if that’s TMI.

Also, Z is a totally cuddle bug, completely affectionate towards all of us and that has to be J too. J comes from a family of huggers, and he has a reputation of hugging. To him you hug when you say goodbye, even if you will see that person the next day.

I have also noticed that Z seems to have a profound awareness of location for a 3 year old. When we were in Kentucky we went to my brother’s house and my mom (who has been there dozens of times) pulled into the wrong driveway, so Z (who has only been there once or twice) says “this isn’t the right house”. It was crazy. I have my mom’s sense of direction Z has his dad. When he gets older he’ll probably be my human GPS.

He loves to make up songs like his old man. He’s a total night owl, that’s J too. He also likes scary stories and he’s a picky eater all stuff that comes from my husband. THE LIST GOES ON. The older Z gets the more of his dad I see in him, but that’s not to say he doesn’t have any of my traits. I definitely get credit for his brown eyes and love of chocolate.

Do you know of any traits from you or your kids that are directly linked with certain family members?

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00June 1, 2011|Uncategorized|4 Comments

Deals for the Week

I should have posted this last week, but I was busy being out of town. Not much to tell for my couponing last week because I am kind of taking a break, but I did liquidate all of my extra bucks on this diaper deal were I purchase $25 worth of diapers and wipes for $6.21 using a print out coupon and my extra bucks (+ I got $5 EB back so it was almost like getting it for $1). Some people travel with cloth diapers, but I am not one of them so I figured that CVS would be the place for me to snag a super great deal on this rare purchase.

This brings my total savings for the past two months to $141.12

By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00May 28, 2011|Uncategorized|2 Comments

A Tale of Two Cities

“It was the best of times it was the worst of times” -good ol’ Dickens.

In this case my two cities were Cincinnati and Dallas.

Z and my mom on the way to Cincinnati

The flight to Cinci was a cinch, it was the way back to Dallas that gave me a run for my money. Well, really it was a run for my son, but I will get to that part later.

First of all we almost didn’t even go to the airport because I was flying standby and our flight was OVER SOLD. We decided to go and hope for a miracle. When we arrived we had to face the dreaded nudie x ray. I have done a lot of research on this advance security and have very strong opinions and oppositions to the new methods of screening. I have even contacted my congressman about the issue. Anyway, I was asked to step into the backscatter machine to which I protested “Well, what about the kids?” and he assumed my mother would take them since she was holding SJ, but I quickly blurted out somewhat indignantly “But they are my kids!” So he allowed the kids and I to go through the metal detector and left it at that.
Afterwards we headed toward our gate, but my mom had to stop at the bank inside the airport so I told her we would keep moving toward our destination. I insisted I would be fine by myself with 3 bags and both kids, it wasn’t going to be for long. However, I quickly regretted that decision as Z began to run ahead of me. He kept going faster and before long he was well out of my reach surrounded by tons of strangers in an unknown place and I had no way of catching up with him. To make a long story short a couple of kind ladies and some airport buggy drivers picked him up and brought him back to me. It was a horrific experience, like worse than a body scanner bad.
The good news is we didn’t have to go through it all for nothing because we were all cleared to get on the plane!

SJ after she finally gave in to sleep just as we landed in Dallas.
A rude flight attendant and one upset baby later we had made it home and everyone knows there is no place like home.
By |2015-05-14T23:15:46+00:00May 26, 2011|Uncategorized|2 Comments
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